2003-07-02
On
Plague Soundscapes The Locust
successfully mix Swedish, Greek, Arabic,
pig-latin, and Chinese, which is to say they
obtain elements of different styles and take
tiny, blurred snapshots of each one crashing into
itself. Japanoisy Thrash-Punk Grindcore Carnival
Disco is the section this would be filed under,
with the Minutemen, and John Zorn’s Naked City
the only tiny comparisons. Imagine a large car
accident happening inside Disneyland just prior
to a 747 landing on the Haunted House there. The
security guards are frantic, so they all begin to
pummel one another while speaking in tongues, as
bloodied, half-burnt old men play keyboards and
masturbate with their free hands. It all becomes
a noxious, charred circle jerk, but out come
songs like “The Half-Eaten Sausage Would Like to
See You in His Office”, as well as nearly
two-dozen other gems your pastor would certainly
love to hear. Twenty-one minutes later it’s over,
and the only trouble with
Plague was how
difficult it was to stop listening to it.
Jason Thornberry
